For a long time, I've lusted after a pearl ring. I love pearls, they're classic, feminine, unique. Their lustre, creaminess, their sheen. Ever since my brother brought me back a "pearl in can" from Hawaii when I was 10, I've been hooked. The fact that something so gorgeous can come from something so, well, unattractive. I love that they are naturally beautiful, they don't need to be fashioned, cut or polished.
I recently came into a sum of money and immediately knew what I wanted to do with it. I searched for the pearl ring I had in my head but nothing came close. They were all tizzy and not me. So, on Valentine's Day I stepped into my favourite jeweller and together we came up with a design I loved. Simple, classic and showing of the pearl.
Late on Friday afternoon, I got the call it was ready to be picked up. So, Saturday I dashed over and slipped it on my hand and I've been admiring it ever since. I love that I've given myself something so special and that one day, one of my girls will love it and wear it too. Maybe even one of my granddaughters.
Here it is: